Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.